Welcome to guest author Peggy Bird for Flirty Friday

Thanks,
Elodie, for hosting me on your blog today. I’m excited to introduce Marius and
Cynthia from my new book “Trusting Again.” This was a really fun story to write.
First, I got to play in glass with Cynthia. Like my heroine, I do glass art
although not at her level. My beads are terrible! Then I learned about Malbec
and coffee for Marius. Finally, I took them to one of the most beautiful places
in the country—the San Juan Islands. It’s so gorgeous there, it’s impossible
not to fall in love. Just ask Marius and Cynthia.

My
excerpt is from their first day sailing The couple hasn’t been together very
long and in this scene Cynthia isn’t sure yet what the ground rules for the
sailing trip are. When they went on board in the morning, Marius suggested she
take the master’s cabin and he’d sleep on the main cabin. But the attraction
between them heats up as they sail and by the time they get back on board after
dinner…well, read the excerpt and see what you think will happen.

Trusting Again

After
years of struggling, Cynthia Blaine is finally getting recognition from Seattle
galleries and buyers for her designer jewelry. Her life seems to be on an even
keel. Her professional life, that is.
Her personal life is less exciting than a cloistered nun’s. After a messy
breakup with a man who decided he needed a woman who could help his career more
than a mere artist could, she’s steered clear of anyone who could hurt her like
that again.

Then
Marius Hernandez comes into a gallery where she is working. He’s a successful
coffee broker; he’s to-die-for handsome; he’s sexy and charming. And he’s very,
very interested in her.

Marius
woos her on a sailing trip through the beautiful San Juan Islands during which
their romance lights up the summer nights. Soon after they return to Seattle,
he leaves on a six-week business trip to Central America, promising he’ll
return to her.But just before he’s due
back, Cynthia gets a shock. And when she goes to Portland to pour out her heart
to her best friend, she has another shock. Marius is in Portland, not where he
said he would be. And he’s with another woman.

It’ll
take more than a good cup of coffee to get Cynthia and Marius to their
happily-ever-after.

Read an Excerpt

When
they’d packed up the remains of their meal, Cynthia poked around in her small
duffle bag and came up with a tube of sunscreen. “I need to put more on. Want
some?”

He
held out his latte-colored arm. “With this skin?”

“With
any skin. You mean you don’t have any sunblock on? Don’t you know about the
epidemic of skin cancer? Here, let me.” Without thinking it through, she went
behind him and began to rub lotion onto his shoulders.

It
was a mistake, a very big mistake. The heat of his skin zinged through
her fingers, up her arm, into her chest, taking up so much space in her lungs
it was hard to breathe. She tried to get more oxygen in by taking deep, deep
breaths, but that just meant she replaced the little air in her lungs with the
exotic smell she associated with him, a scent even the sunscreen couldn’t mask.

And
if touching his skin wasn’t bad enough, there was the feel of the muscles
underneath. Oh, dear God, the muscles. Trying to distract her mind from what
she was doing, she racked her brain for something to think about that wasn’t
related to his body. Touching his body. Massaging those muscles. Which if she
didn’t stop thinking about would lead to licking all the way up his spine to
his neck. Where she’d nibble, until she moved to sucking on his earlobe. Or
maybe sliding her hands around his waist, insinuating her fingers under the
waistband of his cutoffs to follow that line of dark hair.

No!
She had to do something to stop the train wreck she could see coming if she
kept on thinking this way. But she couldn’t help herself. She loved touching
him. Loved the feel of his skin and the strength of his muscles. Remembered
what it felt like to have him hold her, touch her. To feel the hardness of his
body against her softness. To have all that male heat against her.

This
was getting worse by the minute. There had to be something she could do. But
what? What? Wait. She’d read someplace about what men did to divert themselves
from thinking about sex. What was it? Oh, right. They thought about baseball.
That wasn’t workable. She didn’t know enough about the sport to form a coherent
diversionary sentence.

Okay.
What was it Liz said she’d done when she wanted to stop smoking? Oh, yeah,
she’d used the idea of a mental stop sign when she got the urge to light up.
Cynthia closed her eyes for a minute, pictured a huge, red stop sign on
Marius’s back and proceeded to blow right through it to touch the next muscle.

Then
she remembered her life drawing class in college, naked bodies as art project.
She’d learned all the major muscles in that class and now ran through what she
could remember. Trying to think of the correct names for what she was massaging
worked at first. Deltoids. Triceps. Biceps. Brachioradialis.

Arms
and shoulders finished.

Then
on to his back. Latissimus dorsi. Trapezius. Obliques. She was on a roll.
Gluteus max...oh, shit. Don’t go there. Do not go anywhere near that thought.
Or that muscle.

One
by one, his muscles tensed and twitched as her fingers worked the lotion into
his skin as if she’d said its name out loud. Maybe she had. Or was that Marius
she heard? She could have sworn she heard a soft groan as she spread the
sunblock down his back to the waistband of his cutoffs. She felt like moaning
herself. If she didn’t finish this soon, she’d be lost.

About Peggy

Born in
Philly, I’ve spent most of my adult life in the Pacific Northwest where I have
happily grown webs between my toes and moss behind my ears. I pursued a number
of careers—nurse, legislative staffer, lobbyist, public affairs consultant,
non-profit association executive, workshop teacher, oh, and mother and
wife—before deciding to leave it all for what I’ve loved through every stage of
life—writing. I've been published in anthologies, magazines, newspapers and in
the brochures, newsletters and reports of my consulting clients and employers.
Unless you count speeches for politicians, I'd never written fiction until a
cast of characters began inhabiting my daydreams. A glass artist and a gallery
owner were there. So were a sculptor and a jewelry designer. When some dead
bodies showed up, a couple of cops and a deputy DA arrived. Soon they began to
fall in love with each other and work for their happy ending. Bingo. I was a
romance writer.

No comments:

Post a Comment

Blog information

This blog is 18+ only. If you are under 18 years old please exit this blog. If you continue to read the blog you are stating that you are 18 years old or over.This blog contains adult material, including strong language and mature subjects as I host romance authors. It may not be suitable for all viewers/readers. If such content offends you please EXIT now.

Artsy making art accessible to to anyone Click on Waterlilies to go to the site

Teaser from An Unusual Vacation , Monet is mentioned and Klimt is featured in, An Unusual Vacation:The art gallery, a door down, was showing several local artists’ work and the traveling exhibition on loan from a private collector housed a number of Monet paintings Dominic wanted to see. He’d never thought about joining the art world himself, but Dominic liked to look. It gave him a sense of peace. A poster on the revolving door proclaimed there was a small fee that week because of the Monets. The gallery had two floors. The rooms were long, stretching back in the deceptively spacious building, with padded benches placed at intervals for people to sit and absorb the art. Dominic donated at the plastic box attached to the screen midway down the first floor of the gallery designating the entrance to the special exhibition. He wanted to see that first.

Erotic Romance, Leave me Breathless

Dishy Seth Callahan relocates one of his business offices to a pretty Louisiana town. He’s lonely and discovers an emptiness inside him he just can’t fill … that is until he starts his house parties, where he fills the hollow with sultry encounters. Four years later, his house parties attract lonely people looking for sensual comfort from far and wide. Rosanna Pyne arrives in town seeking solace after a bad relationship, and her neighbors take her to one of Seth’s parties. Seth notices her right away. He approaches her, but Rosanna backs away from Seth’s steamy advances. Seth falls into fantasizing in a most erotic way about the lovely Rosanna until one night she makes a move on him. Rosanna is looking for someone to love her. Is there any chance it might be Seth?